Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Seychelles and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Mark Hollis to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
The Evens,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Divine Comedy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Spandau Ballet,
Cybotron,
Josef K,
Cluster,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dual Sessions,
Johnny Osbourne,
Con Funk Shun,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joyce Sims,
James White and The Blacks,
Thee Headcoats,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Count Five,
The Monochrome Set,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Simply Red,
Soft Cell,
Peter & Gordon,
Babytalk,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
New Age Steppers,
Echospace,
John Foxx,
Jacob Miller,
Kevin Saunderson,
Alphaville,
Barclay James Harvest,
Radio Birdman,
The Young Rascals,
Sex Pistols,
Angry Samoans,
Bizarre Inc.,
The American Breed,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Harpers Bizarre,
David Bowie,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mantronix,
Das Ding,
Dead Boys,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mandrill,
U.S. Maple,
Qualms,
Goldenarms,
Chris & Cosey,
Man Eating Sloth,
Joe Smooth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Quando Quango,
Crispy Ambulance,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Alton Ellis,
Joensuu 1685,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.